Love & constellations
When you accept yourself, you intrinsically love yourself. True love is acceptance of all that there is. Love without limits is the true echo of the Divine. There is no discourse from lack of perfection or understanding. Love is a practice that stretches the soul to the understanding of things that can’t be seen; but only felt. True love cracks open the heart and shines light on the parts of us that need to soften; the places we have kept guarded.
Romantic love walks into our lives wearing a crown, pretending to be the most important love of all. The one we should chase, the one that will complete us, the one that will finally make everything make sense. It seduces us with intensity, with longing, with the ache of finally being fully seen. But what we don’t realize at first is that its real purpose is transformation. Romantic love is the mirror to show us the parts of ourselves we’ve forgotten, abandoned, or refused to see. It exposes the illusion that someone else holds more meaning than us. It is the most deceptive love because it appears to be external; and yet it is the most sacred because it leads us back home to ourselves.
Integration of our masculine and feminine polarities is possible, reaching toward a realized human beingness that does not love from our lack but rather from fullness. Then our love becomes not merely thirst, but instead an overflowing fountain. – The Gospel of Thomas
If we pay close attention, the sky is always speaking. The stars mark our turning points, the moon is connected to emotions, and the constellations trace the ancient stories of becoming; stories that echo our own. Everything above is guiding us back home. Constellations are patterns born from chaos random stars connecting through meaning. Metaphysically “patterns born from chaos” reflects how divine order hides inside apparent disorder. Try to divide love and pain and you will never fully love. The most beautiful elements are formed from unfavorable conditions. Stars are born from chaos; they are collapsing gas clouds, heat, and gravity. Patterned fragments of light scattered through infinite darkness until consciousness gives them form. Just like Shenandoah (daughter of the stars) the river reflects the stars at night to remind us that we are never alone. The river gains its sparkle from the stars and the stars are seen by the still waters. They illuminate each other without even being aware of it; the same way the stars guide us through experiences when we look up for guidance.
The sky is a reflection of the soul. – Unknown
When love cracks us open enough to accept everything; not just the beautiful parts…that’s when heart coherence illuminates the darkness within. Then the truth comes forth; we were never off our path. Every encounter, every heartbreak, every longing. It was all written in the stars.
